The Twenty-Fifth Chapter

His blade is so long and…sharp. The width and height of his groin is probably the biggest one her crevice has ever tasted.

Rozelyn had never seen a velvet steel as huge as this. It’s twice bigger than that of Eoghan, to be frank.

He’s definitely not lying that he was good. Not just good, he was utterly the best man in drilling a woman.

‘Perhaps that’s why this man is so sexy because he regularly exercises in bed…’ Rozelyn thought. Hans moaned from behind. It was music in her ears. Well, she probably forgot that she was being pounded by an Empath werewolf—by an entity that can manipulate emotions.

“I wonder how many women you can drill in a month, Hans…”

Rozelyn, even though she’s lying on her back, could clearly hear Hans chuckling.

“Probably a dozen,” he boasted.